"Yingluo, I don't know Yingluo."
The young girl shook her head.
Yes, she did not know. She did not know what to talk about.
If she were to ask Mr. Teddy Bear, why did li junyu not want her anymore?
Or should I ask Mr. Teddy Bear why the man's words didn't count?
However, Mr. Teddy Bear did not even know who li junyu was, so he could not answer her question.
At that thought, ruan Mengmeng's blushing face was buried even lower.
The man hiding in the teddy bear saw the girl and his eyes became deeper and darker.
He used his other hand to gently rub the top of the girl's head.
She handed her phone over-[ you can talk about anything you want, I'll accompany you. ]
Tonight, Mr. Teddy Bear was very gentle, unlike his usual sharp tongue on the internet.
The young girl who had already given up suddenly felt her nose sour when she saw this short paragraph.
Talking to a doll seemed like a good choice.
